Frankie Berry Wise
Bio
Frankie Wise, a resident of Tuskegee, AL, is a professional homemaker, an award-winning cook, a part-time actress, a serious writer, and a passionate animal rights activist. Born and raised in Franklin, GA, she resides in Tuskegee, Alabama.
Stories (12/0)
EXIT
Lee pulled her bed covers tightly around her body. She would have liked to lounge in bed all day, but this morning, she wanted to cook her husband, Sam, his favorite, pancakes, for breakfast. He and his band would be leaving on a two-month European musical tour.
By Frankie Berry Wise9 months ago in Fiction
Passing Ships
There are many times that I have reminisced about my best friend from my past. She had a great impact on my life. I wondered where was she, what was she doing, after that last evening, sixty-five years ago, when she drove off with her parents to move to Detroit, Michigan in search of a better life than the one black people were living in the deep south of Georgia. Did she and her family find that prosperous life, did she marry, did she have children, did she become famous and rich, beyond her poor humble exitance, there are some people that do, or if she were alive or dead, did I ever cross her mind. I also wondered if would I ever see her again, and if so, would she remember me or was I someone that she erased from her memory, a long time ago.
By Frankie Berry Wiseabout a year ago in Fiction
WHAT IF I KNEW MY DAD?
I never knew my dad, but if I had this would be my story: Dad was one of those rolling stones. He left my mother for another woman when I was two years old. My grandmother took us into her home to live. If not for her, we would have been living on the street and starving. Often, over the next twelve years, my father would unexpectedly show up at my grandmother’s door while she was at work. My mother, Lilly, would let me sit and visit with Dad on the front porch, but he must be gone before Grandmother returned, because she hated the tall handsome Sam. He had a smile that would captivate any woman’s heart and her money for whiskey and gambling. When she had nothing more to give, Sam would move on to the next gullible woman, who believed that she was his one and only love. My mother was one of those women.
By Frankie Berry Wise2 years ago in Fiction
THE CABIN IN THE WOODS
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for many years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The candle burning in the window was what guided my nine-year-old twin sister and me to a safe place for the night. During the summer months, when our father went fishing, we would tag along and pick the blackberries that grew near the small pond. But this time, taking our tin buckets, we went alone and became lost.
By Frankie Berry Wise2 years ago in Fiction
There Weren't Always Dragons In The Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley that lurked among the tall dark pines to destroy anyone who came within their sight. As a very young child, I was told many tales about those red-eyes, evil, fearless, mythical characters that kidnaped children and took them into the woods where they were never seen again. Therefore, I would not wander far from my parents’ front yard or play near the woods or be outside at dark.
By Frankie Berry Wise2 years ago in Fiction
It's Christmas Time Again!
Christmas always brings memories of my early childhood. The memories are filled with the expectations that if I am a “good little girl,” I will get that red bicycle on training wheels as well as the doll that I always wanted. I use to believe that when I awaken and dashed out of my bed they would be sitting under our cedar tree that was decorated with homemade ornaments. However, Christmas after Christmas left me disappointed again.
By Frankie Berry Wise3 years ago in Fiction
"IT"
Frankie Berry Wise “Tell me a story of long, long ago, Long, long ago. Tell me a story,” the children would beg as they gathered on crisp summer evenings, around old lady Martha, who sat, day after day, in her rocking chair on the front porch. The children’s favorite story is the one she told about the monster “IT’,” that roamed the dark woods, carrying a green light lantern, late at night.
By Frankie Berry Wise3 years ago in Fiction
The Second Bedroom
The dilapidated wooden house, with its secrets that lurk inside, waited silently as it continued to deteriorate. The thick kudzu vines and broken limbs from decaying trees shielded the house from being noticed where it sets on the deserted property. The path that led to the front door was overgrown with weeds and thorny rose bushes.
By Frankie Berry Wise3 years ago in Fiction
THE LONELY HEARTS
The students waited, a little noisy, for the final bell to ring, while their teacher, Miss Lockheart, sat at her desk, grading history papers. The bell rang. She raised her head to dismiss the impatient class, but found herself alone. All of her twenty students had disappeared. She looked at the clock on the wall, showing five-thirty pm. School had long been over.
By Frankie Berry Wise3 years ago in Fiction
